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On arrival in Marseille, she joined the opera company run by Pierre Gaultier, singing under her maiden name.
Pan dhrehedhas hi Marseille, hi a junyas an kompani gwari kan restrys gans Pierre Gaultier, yn-dann hy hanow dibries.

Cornish activities for children and their families run by Prag Na
Gwriansow Kernewek rag fleghes ha'ga theyluyow ledys gans Prag Na?

Looe Music Festival is a not-for-profit event run by a registered charity focused on promoting quality live music.
Hwarvos nag yw rag budh yw Gool Ilow Logh, dyghtys gans aluseneth govskrifys yw fogellys war avonsya ilow vyw ughel hy kwalita.

Lucy’s pride, by the Father of heaven [run]
goeth Luci re'n tas a nev

There was very little excitement in the station, as the officials, failing to realise that anything further than a breakdown between Byfleet and Woking junction had occurred, were running the theatre trains which usually passed through Woking round by Virginia Water or Guildford.
Nyns esa meur a yntanans y'n gorsav drefen bos an sodhogyon, ow fyllel konvedhes neppyth moy ages mooth dhe hwarvos yntra Byfleet ha hyns diberth Woking, ow tanvon an trenow gwaridi, hag a dremenas Woking herwydh usadow, dre Dhowr Virginia po Guildford.

So he sang, running fast, tossing up his hat and catching it, until he was hidden by a fold of the ground: but for some time his hey now! hoy now! came floating back down the wind, which had shifted round away from the south.
Yndella y kanas ev, ow poenya skon, ow tewlel yn-bann y hatt ha’y gachya, bys pan veu kudhys a-dryv pleg a’n dor: mes dre dermyn berr y hou lemmyn! dewgh hwi! a dheuth yn unn neuvella dre’n gwyns a dreylysa a-dhiworth an soth.

Mike is therefore hoping to run a video editing course so that more of us can make short films in Cornish on our phones and improve their quality by editing.
Raghenna govenek a'n jeves Mike dhe synsi kors pennskrifa gwydheo may hallo moy ahanan gul fylmow kott yn Kernewek war agan klapkodhow ha gwellhe aga gnas dre bennskrifa.

flight 1 a nij; b journey by air ayrgerdh; 2 put to ~ chase off; cast out fesya, gorra dhe'n fo, fo, gorra dhe'n, take ~ decamp; bolt; run trusa, fia dhe'n fo a escape fo; b retreat tegh; 3 flock hezenn, hez
flight 1 a nij; b journey by air ayrgerdh; 2 put to ~ chase off; cast out fesya, gorra dhe'n fo, fo, gorra dhe'n, take ~ decamp; bolt; run trusa, fia dhe'n fo a escape fo; b retreat tegh; 3 flock hezenn, hez

‘That all depends on what you think the Riders would do, if they found you here,’ answered Merry. ‘They could have reached here by now, of course, if they were not stopped at the North-gate, where the Hedge runs down to the river-bank, just this side of the Bridge. The gate-guards would not let them through by night, though they might break through. Even in the daylight they would try to keep them out, I think, at any rate until they got a message through to the Master of the Hall - for they would not like the look of the Riders, and would certainly be frightened by them. But, of course, Buckland cannot resist a determined attack for long. And it is possible that in the morning even a Black Rider that rode up and asked for Mr. Baggins would be let through. It is pretty generally known that you are coming back to live at Crickhollow.’
‘Henn yw serghek orth an pyth a dybydh i dhe wul mar kwrellons i dha gavoes omma,’ a worthybis Merri. ‘I a allsa drehedhes dh’omma dhe’n termyn ma, heb mar, mar ny vons i hedhys dhe’n Yet Kledh, yn le may teu an ke dhe lann an avon, dhe’n tu ma an pons. Ny’s gasa entra an gwithysi-yet dres an nos, kyn hwrellons i ynnia entrans. Yn golow an jydh ynwedh, i a assaysa aga nagha, dell dybav, dhe’n leha bys y’n prys i dhe dhanvonn messach dhe Vester An Hel – rag na via da gansa golok an Varghogyon, ha sur ov vy y fia own dhedha dresta. Mes, heb mar, ny yll Bukland sevel erbynn omsettyans diwysyk dre dermyn hir. Ha martesen, y’n myttin, nebonan keffrys ha Marghek Du a dheffo ha govynn yn kever Mester Bagyns a vo gesys. Godhvedhys yw dre vras ty dhe dhehweles rag triga dhe Grikholow.’

We adjourned to the interior of the crypt – David followed reluctantly. Evidently, he still wanted to go back to the basement of Union House. High Tea with pseudo-royalty was, evidently, not his thing. “The Dutch will come to Our rescue,” muttered Charles, a propos of nothing in particular. “They are sympathetic to Our cause.” (As it happens, the Dutch did provide help to the Royalists’ cause – but then got very grumpy, and declared war on them, when the Royalists didn’t pay their bills. The English Civil War ended soon afterwards and the Dutch simply forgot to declare peace for 335 years – until a Cornish historian reminded them of the situation. The longest declared war in history – and no casualties on either side. Remarkable.) High Tea was duly served by Paul – ‘one may run out of food completely but one never runs out of tea, does one?’ Paul did not look as well as Charles. In fact, ‘pale and wan’ would be a fair description. I decided to raise this with him. “You’ve been unwell, Paul?” “Yes, Charles tells me that I nearly died after ... But I don’t actually remember.” Hmm. “Where were you bitten?” I ventured. “Here, in the crypt – while I was with Charles,” he replied. “Oh,” I said. “Actually,” I continued, “what I meant was which part of your body was bitten?” Paul’s pallor suddenly flushed crimson. Obviously, he had not been bitten on the forearm like Charles. He stammered something unintelligible, sighed and said: “If you must know, one of the zombies bit me on the left buttock.” I stifled a childish giggle.
Ni eth y’n gleudhgell – Davydh a’n sywyas meur a’y anvodh. Yn apert, ev a vynna unnweyth arta dehweles dhe selder Chi an Kesunyans. Yth heveli nag o dh’y dhesernyans Te Ughel gans fug-ryeleth. “Y hwrons i dos dh’agan selwyans ni, an dus Iseldiryek,” a grommyas Charles a-dro dhe dravyth speshyal. “Keskodhevek ons i dh’Agan parti.” (Yn hwir, herwydh istori an vresel ma, an dus Iseldiryek a ros gweres dhe’n parti ryel. Byttegyns, i eth ha bos pur serrys ha deklarya bresel orto – pan na wrug pe an parti ryel y reknow. Y hworfennas an Vresel Sivil Sowsnek yn skon wosa an deklaryans ma ha’n dus Iseldiryek a ankevis yn sempel dhe dheklarya an kres dres 335 blydhen – erna’s kovhas istorior kernewek a-dro dhe’n studh. An hirra bresel deklaryes yn istori – ha denvyth ny veu ledhys po goliys war unn du po war y gila. Marthys.) An Te Ughel a veu servyes dell dhegoedh gans Powl – ‘y hyllir bos gesys heb boes mann mes ny yllir nevra bos gesys heb te, a ny yllir?’ Nyns o Powl mar yagh avel Charles, dell heveli. Yn hwir, gwannliwek o y fas. My a erviras y woynn yn y gever. “Ty re veu anyagh, Powl?” “Beuv. Charles re dherivas dhymm namna verwis vy wosa ...Mes ny borthav kov yn hwir.” Hmm. “Ple feus rethys?” a wonnynis. “Omma, y’n gleudhgell – ha my gans Charles,” a worthybis ev. “A,” yn-medhav. My a besyas: “Dhe wir, pyth a styryis dhe leverel o: ‘Py part a’th korf a veu brethys?’” A-dhistowgh, disliwder Powl eth ha bos rudhgogh. Yn apert, ny via brethys war y ragvregh kepar ha Charles. Ev a hokyas yn y gows – ow leverel neppyth na ylli bos konvedhys – ha hanasa hag ena leverel: “Mars yw res dhis godhvos, onan yntra’n zombis a’m brethas dhe’n bedrenn gledh.” My a wrug taga follhwarth floghel.

♦ ever running further and further into e. pub eur resak pelha ha pelha en error TH; be careful lest you be drawn by others in e. bedhowgh war rag dowt whei gans tus erall dhe vos tednys dre error TH; so that each man without e. know himself mayth ell pub den heb error ajon (< aswon) y hònan TH; therefore it is a great point of e. rag hedna ethewa poynt brâs a error TH
♦ ever running further and further into e. pub eur resak pelha ha pelha en error TH; be careful lest you be drawn by others in e. bedhowgh war rag dowt whei gans tus erall dhe vos tednys dre error TH; so that each man without e. know himself mayth ell pub den heb error ajon (< aswon) y hònan TH; therefore it is a great point of e. rag hedna ethewa poynt brâs a error TH

I banged three times on the inside of the truck walls – this had been my pre- arranged signal to Paul and Charles, who were still (relatively) safe inside the cab. I turned to the now-breathless Jude. “Time to shut up shop now, Jude. Dave can’t keep them at bay for much longer,” I said, breathless myself. “You can come back later – I’m leaving the truck. And, by the way, you’ve got guests.” Jude looked at me in amazement: “Guests?” Paul and Charles answered her question at that moment by tumbling from the truck’s roof – their fall broken by the human chains still working beneath them. Even “Royalty” decided to dispense with formal introductions and clambered over the members of the now-disintegrating chains, passing hurriedly through the library doors to comparative safety. At that moment, the zombie press broke through and snapping jaws appeared beneath the sills of the truck’s still-open rear doors. The human chain sounded the retreat and I pushed Jude roughly out of the cargo section of the truck. Her fall, too, was cushioned by the backs of the others. I jumped to the ground and slammed the refrigerated truck’s rear door firmly shut. (No sense in letting the warm air in, was there?) The diesel engine was still running – and so was the refrigeration unit – but for how long? I was abruptly seized by two of the closest zombies and, briefly wondered if my luck had run out. It hadn’t. The figure of David burst through (actually, over) the press and was swiftly at my side, beating at those who had seized me. He roared with renewed vigour – and, once again, the Earth seemed to shake. David had saved my life – again. Thanks, mate. Jude was the last of the Baillieu survivors to get back inside. She lingered at the open glass doors. “Pete!” she yelled. “Come back in.” This wasn’t going to happen – not without David.
My a frappyas teyr gweyth war baros an kert – hemm re via ow sinell ragordenys dhe Bowl ha Charles (hwath salow y’n kab – po salow dre gomparyson dhyn ni). My a omdreylyas troha Jude, lemmyn berr hy anall. “An termyn re dheuth rag igeri an gwerthji, Jude. Ny yll Dav’ na fella aga gwitha hardhva a-dro dhodho,” yn-medhav, berr ow anall ow honan. “Hwi a yll dehweles diwettha – my a wra gasa an kert. Ha ni ow kows a-dro dhe’n traow, y fydh dhywgh nebes gwestoryon.” Meur hy marth, Jude a viras orthymm: “Gwestoryon?” Y’n tor’ na, y teuth worthyp dh’y hwestyon yn furv a Bowl ha Charles ow hoedha dhiworth to an kert – lettyes aga hoedh gans eseli an kadonyow denel esa hwath owth oberi yn-danna. “Ryeleth” hogen re ervirsa forsakya kommendyansow formel rag krambla a-ugh eseli an kadonyow (esa lemmyn ow koedha dhe demmyn) ha tremena uskis dre dharasow an lyverva hag yn salowder komparek. Y’n tor’ na, gwask an zombis a dorras dre an defensow ha grudhow ow krakkya a-dheuth dhiworth yn-dann leghow darasow delergh an kert (hwath apert). An kadonyow denel a weskis an tambour rag an kildenn ha my a herdhyas Jude yn harow yn-mes delergh an kert. Hy hoedh ynwedh a gevis pluvek dre geynow an re erell. My a lammas dhe’n dor ha degea fast darasow an kert-yeynell gans tros bras. (Nyns esa skians vyth dhe asa ayr toemm ynno, a nyns esa?) Yth esa an jynn- disel hwath owth oberi – hag ytho an yeynell keffrys – mes dres pes termyn? A-dhistowgh, dew yntra’n zombis ogas dhymm a settyas dalghenn warnav ha, dres pols, my a ombrederi mar worfennsa ow chons vy. Ny worfennsa ev. Furv Davydh a dardhas der an wask (yn hwir, a-ugh an wask) bos uskis dhe’m tu, ow frappya orth an re neb re’m dalghennsa. Ev a vedhyglas gans nerth nowydhhes – hag, unnweyth arta,yth heveli an dor shakya. Davydh re salwsa ow bywnans – arta. Gonn meur ras, ‘vata. Jude o an diwettha yntra’n dreusvyworyon Baillieu dasentra a-bervedh. Hi a daryas yn aswa an darasow-gweder apert. “’Beder!” a armas hi. “Deus a-bervedh.” Ny allsa hemma hwarvos – heb Davydh.

Just why Mr. Frodo was selling his beautiful hole was even more debatable than the price. A few held the theory - supported by the nods and hints of Mr. Baggins himself - that Frodo’s money was running out: he was going to leave Hobbiton and live in a quiet way on the proceeds of the sale down in Buckland among his Brandybuck relations. ‘As far from the Sackville-Bagginses as may be,’ some added. But so firmly fixed had the notion of the immeasurable wealth of the Bagginses of Bag End become that most found this hard to believe, harder than any other reason or unreason that their fancy could suggest: to most it suggested a dark and yet unrevealed plot by Gandalf. Though he kept himself very quiet and did not go about by day, it was well known that he was ‘hiding up in the Bag End’. But however a removal might fit in with the designs of his wizardry, there was no doubt about the fact: Frodo Baggins was going back to Buckland.
An skila Mstr. Frodo dhe wertha y doll teg o dadhelvadowwa es an pris. Yth esa tybieth dhe nebes tus - skoedhys gans profyansow Mstr. Frodo y honan – arghans Frodo dhe dhos ha bos skant: ev a asa Hobytun ha bywa yn fordh kosel dre an arghans diworth an werth, yn Bukland yn mysk a’y gerens Brandibuk. ‘Mar bell diworth an Sakvyl-Bagynsow ha gyll ev,’ nebes tus a geworras. Mes tybyansow yn kever golusogneth teylu Bagyns a Bag End o stegys yn krev, ha henn o kales dhe grysi rag brassa rann a dus. Kalessa es neb skila po fantasi arall dell allas aga brys profya: dhe’n brassa rann, ev a brofyas bras tewl ha kudhys gans Gandalf. Kyn hwrug ev omwitha pur dawel, ha ny wrug ev kerdhes a-dro dydhweyth, godhvedhys veu ev dhe ‘gudha yn Bag End’. Mes, mar pe gwayans Frodo gwiw dh’y dowlenn, nyns o dout vyth a’n gwirvos hwath; y tehwelsa Frodo Bagyns dhe Bukland.

c. and go mos ha dos; run back and forth daromres; c. away dos alena; c. back dos tre; dewheles See 'return'; c. back again dos a-dro arta NB; c. by, get: cavas, cawas, gawas; c. down deskydnya ~ skydnya; c. forward dos rag ♦ c. forward quickly deus rag üskys WJ; c. forward to me deus arag dhebm WJ; c. here dos òbma ♦ he is c'ing h. ema ev ow tos òbma WJ; I came here with my father devedhys eth o vy òbma gen... ow thas WJ; c. home dos tre ♦ when the boats have c. home poth ew an cokow devedhys tre JB; >
c. and go mos ha dos; run back and forth daromres; c. away dos alena; c. back dos tre; dewheles See 'return'; c. back again dos a-dro arta NB; c. by, get: cavas, cawas, gawas; c. down deskydnya ~ skydnya; c. forward dos rag ♦ c. forward quickly deus rag üskys WJ; c. forward to me deus arag dhebm WJ; c. here dos òbma ♦ he is c'ing h. ema ev ow tos òbma WJ; I came here with my father devedhys eth o vy òbma gen... ow thas WJ; c. home dos tre ♦ when the boats have c. home poth ew an cokow devedhys tre JB; >

The second half the Pirates started strongly and on 46 minutes, scored a try, converted by Luke Scully – 15-10. As had happened in the first half, Saracens replied immediately with their third try, also converted, to bring the score to 15-17. But now the Pirates were dominating the scrums, and winning a scrum penalty on 50 minutes, Scully made no mistake, putting the Pirates ahead 18-17. Although Saracens made some good attacking moves and earned a number of penalties, every time they chose a line-out, and the Pirates would steal the throw and cleared their line. Then, with three minutes remaining on the clock, Scully sent up a high ball and with the Saracens’ players waiting for the ball to bounce, Rhodri Davies seized it, and running full tilt to the line, scored the try which clinched the win. This was again converted by Scully – 25-17. Although Saracens had a final chance to gain a bonus point with a scrum 10 metres from Pirates’ line, this was totally destroyed by the Pirates, and with the clock in the red, Scully kicked the ball dead.
An nessa hanter an Vorladron a dhallathas yn crev hag orth 46 mynysen, scoryas assay, treylyes gans Ben Scully – 15-10. Dell re wharvia y’n kensa hanter, Sarsyns a worthebis a-dhistowgh ha scorya aga thressa assay, ynwedh treylyes, dhe dhry an scor dhe 15-17. Mes lebmyn yth esa an Vorladron ow talleth rewlya an skyrmysow, hag yn unn gwaynya spal skyrmys orth 50 mynysen, Scully ny wrug camm, yn unn worra an Vorladron yn-rag 18-17. Kyn wrug Sarsyns nebes omsettyansow da ha dendil niver a spalow, pub tro a wrussons y dewis linen dewlel, ha’n Vorladron a wrussa ladra an towl ha clerha aga linen. Ena, gans teyr mynysen gesys war an clock, Scully a dhanvonas yn-bann pot uhel, ha gans an waryoryon Sarsyns ow cortos an bel dhe dhaslemmel, Morlader Rhodri Davies a’s sesyas, hag yn unn bonya toth men dhe’n linen, a scoryas an assay hag a selyas an gwayn. Hemma arta a veu treylyes gans Scully – 25-17. Kynth esa diwettha chons dhe Sarsyns cavos poynt mas gans skyrmys 10 meter dhyworth linen an Vorladron, hemma a veu dhistrewis yn tien gans an Vorladron, ha gans an clock y’n rudh, Scully a botyas an bel marow.

Apart from this half-forgotten lecture in jungle warfare, my only knowledge of military tactics came from reading (in Latin) about Rome’s wars with Carthage. Naturally, I still thought of Hannibal as a ‘gun’ General but, given that I didn’t have ready access to any battle elephants, I thought the valuable lessons I had learned from this reading were likely to be of limited use in dealing with the zombie apocalypse – or, for that matter, with any counter-offensive that might then be under weigh. After playing in my mind with the remembered fragments of the lecture from the reg, I turned to David – who had just listened to the radio with me. (Mildly interested – comprehension? I guess next to zero.) “Okay, David, we can forget about Hannibal,” I commenced (David had studied Latin as well). “Let’s think about our time together in the cadets. If the Army was going to form a defensive perimeter around the docklands area, how would they go about it? How far from the docks would they place the perimeter? As far as Central Melbourne? As far as here, at the university?” Naturally, he didn’t answer me. I was just using him as a sounding board. His eyes, however, did seem to look at me quizzically – if dead eyes could ever do that. We still sat in the Activities Office, each of us on one side of the desk upon which sat the transistor radio, currently our portal to the outside world. We sat for a while staring at one another – my mind was racing. His mind ....? Well, I didn’t know what was going on in there - maybe more than I realised. This moment of quiet reflection was abruptly interrupted: ‘Gween’, the zombies’ pet cat, had apparently wandered by and decided to join the party. (She obviously had the run of the building and feared none of its current residents.) She leapt nimbly onto the desk, rubbed against my unprotected arm, bit it sharply and then sauntered over to David as if nothing had happened. The wretch! David, of course, took the furry beast into his arms and clumsily started petting it. In return, the mainly black animal miaowed its appreciation at him, in a decidedly cutesy fashion, and started to purr loudly. After looking adoringly into my brother’s dead eyes for a time, Gween turned her face to me and hissed with apparent conviction.
A-der an areth hanter-ankevys ma a-dro dhe vresel yn gwylgoes, y teuth ow skians tanow a daktegow breselek dhiworth redya (yn Latin) a-dro dhe’n breselyow gans Karthaj. Heb mar, my a grysi hwath Honibal dhe vos pennhembrenkyas awenek mes, drefenn na yllyn kavoes olifansow-batel vyth y’n tor’na, my a brederis na via pur euver an dyskansow talvosek a dhysksen vy. Henn yw leverel, pur stroethys a via ow devnydh anedha rag dyghtya droglamm an zombis – po, gans henna, rag dos erbynn neb gorthomsettyans a allsa bos dallethys ena. Wosa gwari y’m brys vy gans temmyn areth an reg a borthsen kov, my a dreylyas dhe Dhavydh neb re woslowsa orth an radyo genev. (Nebes byghan y les, y gonvedhes o ...? Mann po ogas.) “Da lowr, a Dhavydh, ni a yll ankevi Honibal,” a dhallathis. (Davydh re via studhyer Latinek genev.) “Gwren prederi a-dro dh’agan termyn warbarth avel prentys-soudoryon. Mar mynna tus an lu furvya kylghvusur omwithek a-dro dhe diryow an porthow, fatell wrussens i henna? Dhe by pellder dhiworth an porthow a worrsens i aga honan? Bys Melbourne kresel? Bys omma, an bennskol?” Ny dheuth dhiworto gorthyp vyth – heb mar. Yn hwir, yth esov orth y wul kepar hag astell-senyans. Byttegyns, yth heveli y dhewlagas ev dhe vires orthymm yn unn wovynn – mar kylli dewlagas marow gul henna. Yth eson ni owth esedha hwath y’n Soedhva Bywderyow, pub huni ahanan dhe unn du an desk le mayth esa ow sevel an radyo-transystor, agan portal unnik dhe’n ledanna bys y’n tor’ na. Y remaynsyn owth esedha pols, ow lagatta orth an eyl dh’y gila. Yth esa ow brys vy ow resek toethmen. Y vrys ev ...? Wel, ny wodhyen pyth a hwarva ynno – martesen moy a draow es dell yllyn godhvos. An pols ma a ombrederans hebask a veu goderrys heb gwarnyans: ‘Gwin’, kath veurgerys an zombis, re wandersa a-ogas hag ervira dhe omjunya gans an fest. (Yn apert, hi a ylli mos der an drehevyans dien ha ny berthi own vyth a’n drigoryon erell.) Hi a lammas yn skav war an desk hag omrutya erbynn ow bregh anwithys - ha’y vratha tynn. A-dhistowgh, hi a gerdhas yn lent dhe Dhavydh kepar ha pan hwarsa mann - an kasadow! Heb mar, Davydh a gemmeras an goedhvil blewek yn y dhiwvregh ha dalleth hy handla heb kreft. Yn attal, an enyval ma, du y vlew y’n vrassa rann, a viowlas hy gras dhodho, yn fordh meur y tekter apert, ha dalleth purrya yn ughel. Wosa hy mires yn unn wordhya y’n dhewlagas dres termyn hir, Gwin a dreylyas hy fas dhymmo vy ha sia, kler hy forpos. 137

The Cornish Pirates v. Doncaster Knights - For this first game of 2023, it was a start for centre Garyn Smith, following a long-term injury. Although heavy rain in the morning left the field slippery and heavy, together with a strong wind, an entertaining match was expected. Doncaster were the first to score when their Nr. 9 converted a penalty kick in front of the posts after 3 minutes. The Pirates responded almost immediately when they scored a try following a catch and drive move. Harry Bazalgette was unable to convert because of the awkward wind – 5-3. Play was from end to end without either team putting further points on the board. However, after 26 minutes The Knights gave away a penalty in front of the posts and Bazalgette made no mistake with his kick. It seemed as though The Pirates would leave the field at half-time still leading 8-3, but a couple of stoppages through injury to Cory Teague and Will Britten – with Cory leaving the field for a Head Injury Assessment, Doncaster were able to get the next score through an unconverted try to level the scores at 8-8 at half-time. The second half Doncaster played with the wind at their backs and from the restart they tried to take advantage of this, but The Pirates’ defence dealt perfectly with every dangerous probing kick which was sent to them. Without a score still this half, at 52 minutes, the Doncaster hooker was shown a yellow card and this proved to be the turning point in this game for The Pirates. They scored almost immediately after this card through a try by Tommy Wyatt and converted by Bazalgette, and five minutes later, Tom Kessel collected the ball and running around the blind side of the ruck, crossed the line for The Pirates’ third try. Bazalgette hit the post with his conversion attempt. Then, with Bazalgette kicking a penalty on 68 minutes, The Pirates were leading 23-8. Three minutes later, The Pirates gave away a penalty in front of the posts but Doncaster opted for a kick to the corner, which led to a catch and drive try, which they converted. However, The Pirates sealed the win with two further tries on 75 and 78 minutes through Rusi Tuima and Tommy Wyatt, with Arwel Robson converting both. Final score, The Cornish Pirates 37, Doncaster Knights 15.
Rag an kensa gam ma a 2023, yth o dalleth rag kreswas Garyn Smith yn udn sewya brewys hir-dermyn. Kyn whrussa glaw poos an myttin gasa an park slynkek ha poos, warbarth gans gwyns crev, fyt dydhanus a ve desevys. Cardhana o an kensa dhe scorya pan wrug aga Nr. 9 treylyes pot spal a-dherag an peulyow woja 3 mynysen. An Vorladron a worthebis ogas ha dhystough pan wrussons y scorya assay yn udn sewya movyans cachya ha lewya. Ny alja Harry Bazalgette treylya der an gwyns cledhek – 5-3. Gwary o a bedn dhe bedn heb udn para po y gila gorra poyntyow pella war an bord. Byttegyns, woja 26 mynysen An Varrogyon a ros dhe-ves spal a-dherag an peulyow ha ny wrug Bazalgette fyllel gans y bot. Y hevely y wrussa An Vorladron gasa an park dhe hanter-termyn whath ow ledya 8-3, mes copel a lestyansow dre vrewyow dhe Cory Teague ha Will Britten – gans Cory ow casa an park rag Brew Pedn Arvreusyans, Cardhana a alja cavos an nessa scor der assay andrelyes dhe egwalhe an scoryow dhe 8-8 orth hanter-termyn. An nessa hanter, Cardhana a waryas gans an gwyns war aga lergh ha dhyworth an dastalleth y a assayas kemeres prow a hebma, mes defens an Vorladron a dhelyas yn perfydh gans keniver pot whythra peryllus a ve danvenys dhodhans. Heb scor bys y’n eur ma y’n hanter ma, orth 52 mynysen, higer Cardhana a ve dysquedhys carten velyn ha hebma a brovas bos poynt treylya y’n fyt rag An Vorladron. Y a scoryas ogas ha dhystowgh woja an garten ma der assay scoryes gans Tommy Wyatt ha treylyes gans Bazalgette, ha pymp mynysen awoja, Tom Kessel a guntellas an bel ha ponya a-dro dhe du dall a dervans ha tremena an linen rag treja assay An Vorladron. Bazalgette a gronkyas warbydn an peul gans y attent treylyans. Nena, gans Bazalgette ow potya spal orth 68 mynysen yth esa An Vorladron ow ledya 23-8. Teyr mynysen woja hebma An Vorladron a ros dhe ves spal a-dherag an peulyow mes Cardhanna a dhewisas pot dhe’n gornel hag o sewen yn udn ledya dhe assay cachya ha lewya, an pyth y a dreylyas. Byttegyns, An Vorladron a selyas an gwayn gans dew assay pella orth 75 ha 78 mynysen dre Rusi Tuima ha Tommy Wyatt gans Arwel Robson ow treylya an dhew. Scor finel, An Vorladron Gernewek 37, Marrogyon Cardhana 15.

With the Pirates seeking their third win in a row, they started well but after 4 minutes and against the run of play, the Blues intercepted a pass and ran 70m under the Pirates’ post – 0-7. However, it wasn’t long before the Pirates replied with a try of their own, scored in the corner by Robin Wedlake. Luke Scully was unable to convert the difficult kick – 5-7. Gradually the Pirates started to dominate. The Pirates were awarded a penalty and Luke Sully found touch on the 5-metre line. The Pirates won the line-out and from the rolling maul, Dan Frost scored. Again, Luke Scully was unable to convert the difficult kick. 28 minutes – 10-7. Then the Pirates scored two tries in quick succession – on 34 minutes by Marlen Walker, again from a clever line-out move, and on 37 minutes by Josh Caulfield, who knocked four defenders out of the way to score under the posts. 22-7 and a bonus point to the Pirates before half-time.
Gans an Vorladron ow whilas aga thressa gwayn yn rew, y a dhallathas yn ta mes woja peder mynysen ha warbydn resek an gwary, An Lesyon a gontrewaytyas delivrans ha ponya 70m yn-dann pelyow an Vorladron – 0-7. Byttegyns, nyns o pell kens an Vorladron dhe wortheby gans assay a’ga honan scoryes y’n gornel gans Robin Wedlake. Ny alja Luke Scully treylya an pot cales – 5-7. Tamm ha tamm an Vorladron a dhallathas gwarthevya. An Vorladron a veu pewashes spal ha Luke Scully a gavas tuch war an linen 5-metre. An Vorladron a waynyas an linen dewlel ha dhyworth an omdowl rolya, Dan Frost a scoryas. Arta, Luke Scully ny alja treylya an pot cales. 28 mynysen – 10-7. Ena An Vorladron a scoryas dew assay moy yn rew uskis – orth 34 mynysen gans Marlen Walker, arta dhyworth movyans creftus y’n linen dewlel, hag orth 37 mynysen gans Josh Caulfield, neb a gnoukyas peswar defendyer ‘mes an fordh dhe scorya yn-dann an peulyow. 22-7 ha poynt mas dhe’n Vorladron kens hanter-termyn.

Two of my senses (sight and hearing) were temporarily knocked out but my sense of smell remained intact. That sense almost immediately was, in turn, overwhelmed by the pungent stench of gasoline-laden soot filling the air. Now the military was using napalm, or jellied gasoline, on us! The jet had screamed low over the zombie-filled oval and dumped a single bomb, filled with napalm. (I didn’t get to see the billowing, black mushroom cloud it must have made.) Many of the undead were destroyed instantly. Others, a bit further from the massive blast, were ablaze, running in all directions like so many ancient torches. Still others, even further away, had been splashed by the jellied petrol and suffered serious burns (and were still smouldering). Was it one of ours – a Mirage – or had the Yanks already arrived with F4 Phantoms? I wasn’t sure if a French-made Mirage could deliver a napalm weapon. Napalm wasn’t much favoured by the Aussies in Vietnam but I knew that a Phantom could do the job. This was, of course, an idle speculation on my part since I’d seen precious little of the plane that had stooped out of the night sky and delivered ‘Hell-in-a-Tincan’ to us. It might as well have been a Tiger Moth or a Spitfire. I’d seen this sort of thing on newsreels from the Vietnam War. I confess that I had been more upset by the incineration of living men, women and children – mostly civilians – than by the horror that was now unfolding before me. Still, the high-pitched wailing of hundreds of incandescent zombies is something I’m unlikely ever to forget. Sight and hearing came back to me by degrees. The afterimage of the flash and the loud ringing in my ears were persistent. However, I soon had enough senses about me to continue to put ‘Plan B’ into effect. Poor Meryl had been a resident of St. Hilda’s college. She and a friend had shown me around the place – and generously invited me to partake of the college dinner with them. (Little wonder, now that I think about it, that I naively thought she might be romantically interested in me. But, no, she was just a nice, country girl being friendly.)
Y halsa ow klywans ha’m gwel, an dhew, dres pols mes y hyllyn blasa hwath yn ta. Hag, ogas a-dhistowgh, oversettyes en vy gans fler euthyk a dho dhiworth petrol ha hudhygel esa ow lenwel an ayr. Hag, ytho, yth esa an awtoritys ow kul devnydh a napalm – po kowles-betrol – warnan ni! Y skrijsa an jynn-nija jet isel, a-ugh an tiryow krykket leun a zombis ha gasa koedha unn danbellenn unnik, lenwys gans napalm. (Ny yllyn gweles an gommolenn du, skavell-groenek y furv, gwrys gans an danbellenn ma.) Y feu distruys a-dhesempis meur yntra’n dus anvarow. Re erell, nebes pella dhiworth an fog euthyk bras, o gans tan, ow resek tro ha pub tu kepar ha keniver faglenn koth. Ha, dres henna, yth esa re erell hwath, pella arta a-ves, re via kabolys gans an kowles-betrol ha dhegemmeres loskow sevur. Yth esens ow koleski hwath. An jynn-nija, o ev dhe Ostrali – ‘Mirage’ y verk? Y’n kontrari part, a dhothya an Yankis gans aga F4 ‘Fantoms’? Nyns esen vy sur mar kylli Mirage, gwrys yn Pow Frynk, doen arv napalm. Nyns o da gans an soudoryon Ostralek an arvow napalm yn Vietnam mes my a wodhya Fantom dhe alloes gul an oberenn. Nyns o hemma travyth a-der pollans pur dhymm, heb mar – drefenn na welsen marnas nebes a’n jynn-nija re dheklinsa dhiworth an ebron-nos rag gasa koedha ‘Ifarn-yn-Kanna’ warnan. Y kallsa ev bos ‘Tiger Moth’ po ‘Spitfire’ – mar pe travyth a-der ow notyansow rag barna y honanieth. My re welsa hwarvosow a’n par ma dre rolyer nowodhow gwrys dres an vresel Vietnam. Dhe wir, moy reudhys en vy gans gwel gorlosk an dus vyw, gwer, benynes ha fleghes – dynasogyon, yn brassa rann - ages an euth ow tisplegya a- rag ow dewlagas. Byttele, an skrijans, ughel y bych, ow tos dhiworth kansow a zombis gannboeth yw neppyth na allav nevra ankevi. Y tasdheuth dhymm ow gwel ha’m klywans – tamm ha tamm. Y pesya berrdermyn imaj warlergh an lughesenn ha’n senyans ughel y’m diwskovarn. Byttegyns, yth esa dhymm gwel ha klywans lowr rag effeythi unnweyth arta ‘Towl B’. Meryl anfeusik re via trigores Kollji Sen Hilda. Hi (ha kothes dhedhi) re dhiskwedhsa dhymm a-dro dhe’n gollji – ha, keffrys, i re’m galwsa dhe gevrenna boes-kollji gansa. (Hag yndella, my a grysi yn anfel Meryl dhe vos tennys dhymm yn romansek. Byttegyns, nyns o henna an kas – hi o yn sempel myrgh hweg ha hegar re dhothya dhiworth an pow.)

Kowethas an Yeth Kernewek (The Cornish Language Fellowship) is a Cornish language association which exists to promote, encourage and foster the use of the Cornish language.[1] It is represented on the Cornish Language Partnership. Unlike other Cornish language organisations[citation needed], Kowethas an Yeth Kernewek recognises the validity of all forms of revived Cornish, and membership is open to all. Nevertheless, although its members use all forms of Cornish, the society has long been associated by many with a particular spelling system called Kernewek Kemmyn. As a result, Kowethas an Yeth Kernewek received a boost[citation needed] in its membership after 1987 when The Cornish Language Board itself adopted, and declared its support for, Kernewek Kemmyn. It received a further boost[citation needed] when Paul Dunbar and Ken George claimed in their book Cornish for the 21st Century, published in 1997, that criticisms of this system were without foundation, as by that time Kernewek Kemmyn was very widely used - a large majority of people sitting examinations in the Cornish language were choosing to be examined in Kernewek Kemmyn. Kowethas an Yeth Kernewek respects the rights of its members to use whichever form of Cornish they choose, although its written business is conducted in Kernewek Kemmyn because that is the form used by the majority of its members. Every month the society publishes a Cornish Language magazine called An Gannas which consists of articles, stories, news, comment and puzzles.[2] Publishing is an important aspect of the work of the society. Amongst the variety of materials that have been produced are books, diaries, stories and language learning materials. Books with accompanying tapes and CDs are also published to assist beginners. The society also produces tea-towels, mugs, car stickers, pens, cards, T-shirts and other items for sale, all displaying the Cornish language. During the year the society organises a number of language days, often supported by Cornish music or dancing, giving Cornish speakers the opportunity of meeting together in a Cornish speaking environment.[citation needed] The society is closely associated with the running of Cornish classes throughout Cornwall and beyond. It maintains links with a wide range of other cultural organisations both in Cornwall and beyond, including language and educational organisations in other Celtic countries.[citation needed] The society is a voluntary body, (charity no. 1065527) and its funding is raised through grants, membership, sales and donations.
Kowethas an Yeth Kernewek yw kowethyans rag avonsya an Dasserghyans Kernewek, yn arbennik an rannyeth Kernewek Kemmyn. Skorenn eseleth werin rag Kesva an Taves Kernewek yw ev. An Kowethas a dhyllo an lyver-termyn An Gannas pub mis. Dyllo yw rann dhe les an ober gwrys gans an Kowethas, yn arbennik lyvrow, dydhlyvrow, hwedhlow ha daffar dyski. Lyvrow gans snodow ha plasennow arghansek yw dyllys keffrys rag gweres dhe’n studhyoryon. An Kowethas a wra kwethow-te, hanafow, arwoedhygyow karr, pluvennow, kartennow, krysyow-T ha taklow erell dhe wertha. Dres an vlydhen an Kowethas a rester nebes dydhyow an taves, skoedhys yn fenowgh gans ilow kernewek ha donsya. Chons yw rag Kernewegoryon dhe gesvetya yn hwarvos gans Kernewek kewsys yn unnik. An Bennseythun Gernewek yw hwarvos may ma Kernewegoryon a bub nivell ow kodriga warbarth ha kewsel an yeth. Herwydh usadow, synsys Paskweyth yw. Yn-mysk an hwarvos erell yma kerdhow kevarwoedhys, kuntellesow Yeth an Werin (chons rag kesklappya yn Kernewek, synsys yn diwotti yw herwydh usadow) ha Dydhyow Lowender. An Kowethas a re gwasonieth derivadow digost war studhow a istori, studhyansow, henwyn tus ha tylleryow yn Kernewek, treylyans ha devnydh a Gernewek yn negysyow hag argemmynnieth. An Kowethas a re gweres dhe’n klasow Kernewek a-hys Kernow ha pella. An Kowethas a with kevrennow gans meur a gowethasow gonisogethek, hag y’ga mysk kowethasow yeth hag adhyskans y’n powyow keltek erell.

Matthew 28 The Resurrection 1In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. 2And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. 3His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: 4and for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. 5And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. 6He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. 7And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. 8And they departed quickly from the sepulchre with fear and great joy; and did run to bring his disciples word. 9And as they went to tell his disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, All hail. And they came and held him by the feet, and worshipped him. 10Then said Jesus unto them, Be not afraid: go tell my brethren that they go into Galilee, and there shall they see me. 11Now when they were going, behold, some of the watch came into the city, and shewed unto the chief priests all the things that were done. 12And when they were assembled with the elders, and had taken counsel, they gave large money unto the soldiers, 13saying, Say ye, His disciples came by night, and stole him away while we slept. 14And if this come to the governor's ears, we will persuade him, and secure you. 15So they took the money, and did as they were taught: and this saying is commonly reported among the Jews until this day. 16Then the eleven disciples went away into Galilee, into a mountain where Jesus had appointed them. 17And when they saw him, they worshipped him: but some doubted. 18And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. 19Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: 20teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen. Rights in the Authorized (King James) Version of the Bible are vested in the Crown. Published by permission of the Crown's patentee, Cambridge University Press.
AN BIBEL KERNEWEK 2020 Matthew 28 Dasserghyans Yesu Mark 16:1-8; Luk 24:1-12; Yow 20:1-10 1Wosa an sabot, ha'n kynsa dydh a'n seythun ow tardha, Maria Magdalena ha'n Varia arall a dheuth dhe vires orth an bedh, 2hag otta, yth esa dorgrys meur; rag el an Arloedh, diyskynnys a nev, a dheuth, hag ev a rolyas dhe-ves an men hag esedha warnodho. 3Y semlans o avel lughes, ha'y wisk gwynn avel an ergh. 4Ha'n withysi, rag own anodho, a grenas ha gyllys ens avel tus varow. 5Mes an el a worthybis, ha leverel dhe'n benynes, ‘Na berthewgh own, rag my a woer hwi dhe hwilas Yesu neb a veu krowsys. 6Nyns usi omma; rag drehevys yw dell leveris ev. Dewgh, gwelewgh an tyller mayth esa ow krowedha. 7Ha kewgh dihwans dhe dherivas dh'y dhyskyblon y vos drehevys a'n re varow, hag otta, yma ev ow mones a-dheragowgh dhe Galile, ena hwi a wra y weles. Otta, my re'n derivas dhywgh.’ 8Hag i a omdennas uskis dhiworth an bedh gans own ha lowena veur, ha poenya dhe ri derivadow dh'y dhyskyblon. 9Hag awotta Yesu a wrug aga dyerbynna ow leverel, ‘Lowena dhywgh.’ Ha pan dheuthons dhodho i a dhalghennas y dreys ha plegya dhe'n leur a-dheragdho. 10Ena yn-medh Yesu dhedha, ‘Na berthewgh own; kewgh, leverewgh dhe'm breder mos yn-kerdh dhe Galile, hag ena i a'm gwel.’ Derivas an Withysi 11Hag i ow mos yn-rag, otta, re a'n withysi a dheuth dhe'n sita ha derivas dhe'n bennoferysi pup-tra oll a hwarva. 12Ha wosa i dhe omguntell war-barth gans an henavogyon hag omgusulya, i a ros meur a vona dhe'n soudoryon 13hag yn-medhons, ‘Leverewgh, “Y dhyskyblon a dheuth y'n nos ha'y ladra pan esen ni ow koska.” 14Ha mara teffa an derivadow ma dhe glew an governour, ni a'n perswad, ha'gas gwitha saw.’ 15I a gemmeras an mona ha gul kepar dell veu dyskys dhedha. Ha'n hwedhel ma yw kyhwedhlys yn mysk an Yedhewon bys y'n jydh hedhyw. Gorhemmynn dhe'n Dhyskyblon Mark 16:14-18; Luk 24:36-49; Yow 20:19-23; Obe 1:6-8 16Ha'n unnek dyskybel eth dhe Galile, dhe'n menydh a wrug Yesu y apoyntya dhedha. 17Ha pan y'n gwelsons, i a'n gordhyas, mes re a dhoutyas. 18Ha Yesu a dheuth, ha kewsel dhedha, ow leverel, ‘Pub galloes yn nev ha war an nor re beu res dhymm. 19Ewgh ytho ha gwra dhe oll an kenedhlow bos dyskyblon, orth aga besydhya yn hanow an Tas, ha'n Mab, ha'n Spyrys Sans, 20ha'ga dyski dhe witha pup-tra oll a worhemmynnis vy dhywgh; hag awotta, yth esov genowgh pup-prys bys worfenn bys.’ © Kesva an Taves Kernewek 2004, 2021 © Cornish Language Board 2004, 2021KING JAMES VERSION (BIBLE SOCIETY PARAGRAPHED EDITION 1954)

We continued up a short driveway the name of which escapes me (Melba Drive, perhaps?) and turned right – over the top of an ancient and revered tree. (I believe it had been planted by the founders of the University to celebrate some significant event or other – which no-one now remembered. It has been classified by the National Trust, I’m told. Yes, we were doing good work here!) We rumbled on a slight decline towards the Bailieu entrance – on the way collecting a couple of stray bollards (not yet classified by the National Trust). And then, as I squeezed the brake pedal once more, I drove past the entrance of the library and prepared for my pièce de la résistance. “What the fuck?” yelled Paul. “You’ve missed the doors. Now we’ll have to run the gauntlet of the zombies to get inside.” “Pas du tout. Du calme, mon ami,” I said. (Don’t forget that Paul and I could speak passable French.) “Watch and be amazed.” I brought the lumbering beast to a complete halt – without stalling it – and grinned at Paul and Charles. They didn’t grin back. Their expressions looked decidedly grim. For me, this next bit was the easiest. Prior to this day, most of my truck driving had actually been in reverse gear – shifting the trucks around the yard of the IPEC depot. So, reversing was my best thing – comparatively. And so it proved. In a single sweep, with skilful use of my side mirrors, I backed the truck to within a few feet of the library’s glass doors. I didn’t want to get too close – smashing through the barricaded doors would have been a less than desirable outcome – unless, of course, you were a zombie waiting to get inside and devour whoever you might meet. As I had been backing, I could see admiring – but definitely gaunt – faces pressed to the inside of the library’s windows. The zombies that had been milling about outside also stopped to observe my performance. Were they impressed? Who cared! I was enjoying myself.
Yth esen ow fesya a-hys rosva verr ma na borth kov a’n hanow (Rosva Melba, martesen?) ha treylya a-dhyghow – unnweyth arta dre (hag a-ugh) gwydhenn pur goth ha meur y vri. (Hi re via blansyes, dell grysav, gans fondoryon an bennskol rag kovhe nebes hwarvos poesek - lemmyn ankevys gans pub huni, heb mar. Kovskrifys o an wydhenn ma gans Trest Ertach Kenedhlek, dell yw leverys orthymm. Yn hwir, yth esen ni ow kul oberennow pur dha!) Ni a gramyas yn-unn-wrommya war leder byghan troha entrans an Baillieu – ha ni kuntellys nebes bollardys (nag esa na hwath kovskrifys gans Trest Ertach Kenedhlek). Hag ena, my a waskas yn tov unnweyth arta war droesel an fronn ha lywya dres entrans an lyverva rag pareusi ow pièce de la résistance. “Piw an jyowl!” a armas Powl. “Ty re dremenas an darasow. Lemmyn, res vydh dhyn mos yn-dann lash an zombis rag entra ynna.” “Pas du tout. Du calme, mon ami,” yn-medhav. (Na ankevewgh Powl ha my dhe alloes kewsel da lowr an yeth frynkek.) “Gwra mires orthymm, meur dha varth!” My a ylli stoppya yn tien an best ankombrys – heb hedhi an jynn-disel. My a wryslas orth Powl ha Charles. Nyns esens i ow grysla orthymmo vy. Yn hwir, y heveli aga fismens bos asper dres eghenn. Ragov vy, yth esa an essa tra, an nessa rann. Kyns an jydh na, an brassa rann a’m lywyans re via gwrys y’n vaglenn dhelergh – ha my gwayes an kertow a- dro dhe arth IPEC. Ytho, gwayans y’n vaglenn dhelergh o’m gwella tra – yn kehevelus. Hag yndella y hwarva. Yn gwayans unnik, gans devnydh kuryns a’m gwedrow- mires a-denewen, my a lywyas war-dhelergh troha’n darasow-gweder an lyverva – hag omstoppya a-berth yn nebes treys-hys alena. Ny vynnen dos re ogas dhedha – skwattya dres an darasow (re via baryes) a via diwedh le es dell o desiryes – marnas, heb mar, an pobel a dhesirya diwedh a’n par ma dhe vos an zombis ow kortos rag gwaynya entrans a-bervedh rag dybri piwpynag yllens. Ha my gwayes an kert war-dhelergh, my a ylli gweles fasow askornek, orth ow estemya, gwaskys erbynn fenestri an lyverva. An zombis re via ow kwandra oll a-dro a hedhis keffrys rag mires orth ow ferformyans vy. Ens i kemmerys yn feur ganso? Ny vern. Yth esen owth omlowenhe.

GALATIANS 5 Freedom in Christ 1It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. 2Mark my words! I, Paul, tell you that if you let yourselves be circumcised, Christ will be of no value to you at all. 3Again I declare to every man who lets himself be circumcised that he is obligated to obey the whole law. 4You who are trying to be justified by the law have been alienated from Christ; you have fallen away from grace. 5For through the Spirit we eagerly await by faith the righteousness for which we hope. 6For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision has any value. The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love. 7You were running a good race. Who cut in on you to keep you from obeying the truth? 8That kind of persuasion does not come from the one who calls you. 9“A little yeast works through the whole batch of dough.” 10I am confident in the Lord that you will take no other view. The one who is throwing you into confusion, whoever that may be, will have to pay the penalty. 11Brothers and sisters, if I am still preaching circumcision, why am I still being persecuted? In that case the offense of the cross has been abolished. 12As for those agitators, I wish they would go the whole way and emasculate themselves! Life by the Spirit 13You, my brothers and sisters, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the flesh; rather, serve one another humbly in love. 14For the entire law is fulfilled in keeping this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.” 15If you bite and devour each other, watch out or you will be destroyed by each other. 16So I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. 17For the flesh desires what is contrary to the Spirit, and the Spirit what is contrary to the flesh. They are in conflict with each other, so that you are not to do whatever you want. 18But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the law. 19The acts of the flesh are obvious: sexual immorality, impurity and debauchery; 20idolatry and witchcraft; hatred, discord, jealousy, fits of rage, selfish ambition, dissensions, factions 21and envy; drunkenness, orgies, and the like. I warn you, as I did before, that those who live like this will not inherit the kingdom of God. 22But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. 24Those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires. 25Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. 26Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other.
GALATIANYS 5 Gwithewgh agas Rydhses 1Rag rydhses y hwrug Krist agan delivra; rakhenna sevewgh fast, na vedhewgh maglennys arta yn-dann yew a gethneth. 2Ottavy, Powl, ow leverel dhywgh, mar pydhowgh hwi trodreghys ny vydh Krist travyth dh'agas les. 3Desta a wrav dhe bub den a dhegemmer trodreghyans y fydh kendoner dhe synsi oll an lagha. 4Hwi yw diberthys dhiworth Krist, hwi neb yw justifiys der an lagha, koedhys dhiworth gras. 5Rag ni, der an Spyrys, a wayt gans mall an govenek a ewnder, dre fydh. 6Rag yn Krist Yesu ny wrer fors a drodreghyans nag a antrodreghyans, mes a fydh owth oberi dre gerensa. 7Yth esewgh hwi ow poenya yn ta; piw a'gas lettyas a obaya dhe'n gwiryonedh? 8Ny dheuth an tennvos dhiworth neb a'gas gelow. 9Temmik a woell a wra dhe oll an toes sevel. 10Fydhyans a'm beus yn agas kever y'n Arloedh, na vydh dhywgh tybyans nahen, mes neb a'gas ankomber a wra godhevel an dial piwpynag a vo. 11Mes my, a vreder, mar pregowthav vy hwath an trodreghyans, prag yth ov vy helghys hwath? Offens an grows re beu defendys ytho. 12My a vynnsa, yth omspattha aga honan an re a'gas ankomber. 13Rag hwi a veu gelwys dhe rydhses, a vreder, saw na wrewgh dhe'n rydhses ri spas dhe'n kig, mes dre gerensa bedhewgh servysi an eyl dh'y gila. 14Rag oll an lagha yw kollenwys yn unn lavar: ‘Kar dha gentrevek kepar dell omgerydh dha honan.’ 15Mar kwrewgh bratha ha lenki an eyl y gila bedhewgh war ma na vowgh konsumys an eyl gans y gila. An Spyrys ha'n Kig 16Y lavarav, kerdhewgh war-lergh an Spyrys, saw na wrewgh kollenwel lust an kig. 17Rag an kig a wra hwansa kontrari dhe'n Spyrys, ha'n Spyrys kontrari dhe'n kig, rag an re ma yw kontrari an eyl dh'y gila, ma na wryllowgh gul an pyth a vynnowgh. 18Saw mars owgh hwi ledys der an Spyrys, ena nyns esowgh hwi yn-dann an lagha. 19Oberow an kig yw apert; an re ma yw fornikashyon, mostedhes, fara direwl, 20gordhyans idolys, pystri, kas, strif, envi, sorr, strif, fowt akord, eresys, 21avi, medhwenep, kevewiow gwyls, ha traow a'n par na. Anedha my a lever dhywgh lemmyn, kepar dell wrugavy leverel kyns, oll an re a wrello taklow a'n par ma ny wrons erita gwlaskor Duw. 22Mes frut an Spyrys yw kerensa, lowena, kres, perthyans, kuvder, dader, lenduri, 23jentylys, omrewl; nyns eus lagha vyth erbynn traow a'n par na. 24Seul eus dhe Grist Yesu re growsyas an kig, keffrys ha'n yeunesow ha'n hwansow. 25Mar pewyn der an Spyrys, kerdhyn ynwedh der an Spyrys. 26Na vedhen goethus, ow serri an eyl y gila, ow perthi avi an eyl a'y gila.